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Yang Ruxue was extremely popular, she had once won first place in the True Faction of the Dao Faction. Along with Yang Qingtian, True Love, and Liu Cheng Bingbing, she was one of the top four youngsters in the Dao Faction, and was also one of the hottest contenders for the top spot among the three Factions. In contrast, when Zhu Ci, dressed in the attire of an idiot, stood opposite him, he was oppressed by the aura and appeared to be an eyesore to the other party. He was incongruous with the name of his opponent.

It turned out that when the person in charge of the Dao Meridians, Fan Pingfan, saw a foolish disciple representing his Dao Meridian, he did something to prevent his disciple from losing face because of his poor martial arts. He thought that this person was one of the best disciples amongst the crazy Dao Meridians, and if his opponent was weak and competed for too long, he would attract the attention of others in the martial arts world. His technique was impure, and if he competed with Wu Dang and Hua Shan, he would lose the teeth of others. Wouldn't his Dao meridian become the laughingstock of the martial arts world in the future? In order to prevent him from competing for too long and embarrassing himself, she arranged for him to face an opponent who could destroy him in one move — Yang Ruxue of the same Dao Meridian.

And Fan Puti couldn't stop this idiot from participating in the competition in advance, because this way, even the fat little ball of flesh wouldn't be willing to let this matter go. Recently, he had always heard this ball of flesh say that this "famous" disciple was already different, and was even preparing to show off his skills in the three meridians.

Therefore, Fan Pingsheng thought of finding an opponent that could instantly kill him, with the intention of not making him stand out and embarrass himself. However, things had happened as he wished. When he thought about how Yang Ruxue's reputation had spread far and wide, attracting so many people, even the elders from the various sects had come.

On the stage, the two young men who were about to fight stood facing each other. Amongst the spectators, the Immortal Dwellers Yang Jihua and the Hua Shan Sect's Sect Leader Mu Liqing were standing side by side. There was still a smile on his face, and it was obvious that everyone was here to watch the competition between his disciples. In fact, his face was beaming.

Below the stage, almost a thousand Danxia disciples were gathered together: monks, Taoists, nuns, and the common folk. Zhong Yi looked at the stage and whispered to Si Shuai, "Little Lu looks a little nervous!"

The storekeeper snorted, but said nothing. Amongst the two people on the stage, Yang Ruxue was beautiful and composed, as cold as ice. Occasionally, she would smile, as if she was standing on top of Mt. Tai.

A group of people came up to the duo and introduced them. Seeing them waiting for the bell chimes to ring, a smile flashed across Yang Jihua's face. He turned around and said to the person who was knocking on the stage, "Wait a moment!"

Afterwards, he did not even look at the Buddhist Sangha, but continued to speak to the crowd behind him, "Everyone, these two." He then said to the crowd, "Up to today, the disciples participating in this Martial Competition are all extremely talented and have exquisite mantras. They are the elites of our Dao faction and will shoulder the heavy responsibility of making our Aroma Sect grow stronger in the future …" Although he was speaking to a VIP, his voice could be heard by everyone in the square. However, halfway through his words, a "pfft" sound of laughter came from below the stage. After a while, the crowd of disciples burst into laughter.

Yang Jihua frowned and subconsciously glanced at the younger Zhu Ci, who was standing in the middle of the group battle. He then shook his head slightly. At this moment, the audience was laughing nonstop. The solemn scene had turned somewhat comical. Yang Yuhan, who was standing next to his father, stepped forward, his gaze like a blade, sweeping across the audience.

The rest of the crowd did not make any noise. The laughter of the remaining people immediately died down. Wherever Yang Yu's gaze passed, the laughter died down. After a while, the scene returned to its previous tranquility. The so-called county magistrate might as well be managed on the spot. Yang Yu's power and influence amongst the disciples of the Dao Meridians was even greater than the former Grand Sect Master.

After the situation had completely calmed down, Yang Yu then retreated behind his father.

Yang Jihua smiled and nodded. He turned to the distinguished guests and said in a clear voice, "The girl in this competition can be counted as one of the most talented ladies in my sect. She is already one of the top in the younger generation …"

All the eyes in the audience were focused on Yang Jia Hua. Only then did Zhu Ci heave a sigh of relief, under countless gazes from below the stage, he could barely breathe. If these people were looking up at him, it would be fine, but they were full of respect for him, this made him unable to display the evil aura that he had not shown for a long time, and now he was suppressing the evil aura in his dantian.

Zhu Ci's heart chilled. He couldn't help but look at Yang Ruxue, who was standing beside him. He saw that Yang Ruxue was staring at him with a pair of ice-cold eyes.

Zhu Ci's heart felt like it was about to die. He sucked in a breath of cold air.

After Yang Jihua finished his speech, everyone stood still to watch. They were prepared to see how this rarely seen female Dao meridian cultivator was going to deal with the enemy.

Zhu Chi felt his heart turn cold. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Could it be that they just look down on him like that? It really made his heart turn cold.

Standing high in the arena, the sun that had been rising for a long time shone warmly on Zhu Ci, warming his body but not his heart. He stood expressionlessly on the stage, facing Yang Ruxue, who was standing in front of him like a beautiful fairy.

In the square, everyone knew that the reason Zhu Ci obtained the number one rank among the younger generation was due to luck rather than strength. The reason why she was standing here now was only because the Great Rock Mountain was short in number, otherwise, there would not be a battle between the two ranks. A true junior versus the younger generation, this was something that had never happened in the Danxia Faction since the inception of the Danxia Faction.

Behind Yang Ruxue's back, the Purple Microsoft Sword was emitting a faint purple glow.

Zhu Ci looked at the legendary godly sword, thinking indifferently, "In a little while, will I have to face it?"

However, he soon forgot about this question. Ever since he was mocked by the crowd, the confidence he gained from cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Technique was swept away. His mind was in a trance, and his mind was in a state of flux.

In arena eleven, there were more than ten arenas. The spectators for the other arenas were probably less than half as many people, and almost everyone was attracted by Yang Ruxue, who was the most famous, as well as Zhu Ci, who was of low seniority and luck. Amongst the elders, including the Priestess of the three bloodlines and a large group of guests, most of them were also standing in the viewing gallery of the other arenas.

At the same time, Zhu Ci, who was on the stage, also looked over expressionlessly. Their gazes met in the air, and a moment later, he silently retracted his gaze back, unsure if he understood that the two of them hoped for his safe return. Don't try to be brave, this woman's martial arts were too high, and she had no sense of propriety.

Zhong Yi slightly creased her brow and said to Si Shuai: "Little Jing's expression today is a bit strange, as if he's very depressed."

"He's just nervous. It's not surprising that a child has never seen the world before. His opponent this time is a true junior, and there are so many of them as well."

Zhong Zi fell silent and didn't speak again.

Zhu Ci withdrew her gaze and looked at Yang Ruxue's face. Her beautiful face was glowing and radiant under the sunlight. Very soon, Yang Ruxue felt Zhu Ci's gaze and disdain appeared in her eyes once again.

However, this time, Zhu Chi did not avoid her gaze. He did not even feel the mocking gaze from the other side, as that beautiful face was completely meaningless to him. Only, deep down in his heart, he muttered a few words in pain, "Am I really worse than anything in your heart!?"

As intelligent as Yang Ruxue, she quickly realized that her opponent was only looking at her, but in his empty eyes, he was clearly thinking of something else and completely ignored her existence. It was almost the first time in her life that she had experienced this, and there seemed to be a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Clang!" The bell tolled and echoed around the temple. The surroundings quickly quieted down.

When the bell for the competition rang, Zhu Ci raised his head to look at Yang Ruxue, only to see her icy face staring at him with eyes full of contempt.

Yang Ruxue straightened her body and took a deep breath. As long as she won the three meridians in a row, then she could realize her dream and her master's hopes.

At the signal of the temple monks in charge of supervising the operation, he asked them to pull out their weapons with both hands.

Behind Yang Ruxue's back, the faint purple glow of the Purple Microsoft Sword gradually became visible.

"I am Yang Ruxue of Qingfeng Peak. My Dao name is True Snow. Please give me your guidance." There was disdain in his words, as well as a sense of pride.

As if waking up from a dream, Zhu Ci's first reaction was not to return the greeting, but to look with great anticipation at Yang Jiajian, the strange man of the mountain range. How could my opponent be this beautiful woman?

Yang Ruxue's expression changed and the Dao meridian disciples below the stage were also in an uproar. This was the first time someone had been so rude to Yang Ruxue, the shop owner and Zhong Yi looked at each other, and simultaneously realized that there was something wrong with this disciple today. He couldn't possibly want to seriously compete with a popular expert, right?